Hello Friends in February,
I could not let February move through me entirely without sending a digital wave your ways.
This 10 year marker became a full-on February for me, and I've spent the last couple of weeks wading through the deep waters this month is poised to invoke. At some point, talking to Tricia, she suggested I look at old posts. I did so for a few minutes- and I just want to say I recommend it, and also, thanks for embracing a decade of my quirkiness and poetry both on and off blogspot.
And now, just a quick link to a poem that says so much for me, in this moment, as I reach inward to the center of what is this community and reach out towards you all as shabbat approaches and will bring with her March.
And then, an old favorite- one that I found in that very first February of all Februaries that recently popped up in my heart/mind in a sweet moment. Thanks to Rick Benjamin for the practice of learning poetry, and to David Wagoner for these words that continue to discover me when I am most in need of finding my way back.
Lost
by David Wagoner
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. you must let it find you.
Love like the ocean,
Aya
I could not let February move through me entirely without sending a digital wave your ways.
This 10 year marker became a full-on February for me, and I've spent the last couple of weeks wading through the deep waters this month is poised to invoke. At some point, talking to Tricia, she suggested I look at old posts. I did so for a few minutes- and I just want to say I recommend it, and also, thanks for embracing a decade of my quirkiness and poetry both on and off blogspot.
And now, just a quick link to a poem that says so much for me, in this moment, as I reach inward to the center of what is this community and reach out towards you all as shabbat approaches and will bring with her March.
And then, an old favorite- one that I found in that very first February of all Februaries that recently popped up in my heart/mind in a sweet moment. Thanks to Rick Benjamin for the practice of learning poetry, and to David Wagoner for these words that continue to discover me when I am most in need of finding my way back.
Lost
by David Wagoner
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. you must let it find you.
Love like the ocean,
Aya
